Chance had been willing to stop somewhere and sit down to eat, but she’d wanted to get lunch “to go” so they could be on their way. He’d smiled and seemed pleased when she’d voiced that desire. She leaned over the console and looked out his window at the gargantuan windmills that topped the mesa in the distance. Some were currently in operation, their sleek, white rotor blades slicing the air, stark against the palette of the brilliant blue sky. “That’s Desert Sky Wind Farm,” he said, gesturing at the window. “It was dark by the time I drove through here back in March. I’d heard there were wind farms out here but I never drove this far out to see for myself. I figured it was better to not tempt fate in the Texas heat and risk breaking down. I find them fascinating to watch.” Shifting her gaze to his handsome face, she asked, “How many are there?” “I’ve heard over one hundred.” She couldn’t see that many and wondered what it looked like from the air. Sitting back in the seat, she wiggled and got comfortable against the silky leather.
